Letter #1: Racing In The Street
Dear Mr Springsteen (or can I call you Bruce? Mmm...maybe as it's the first letter I should stick with Mr Springsteen as that's far more formal at the start of what is hopefully going to be a long and lasting relationship), You don't know me but...Any letter that begins with "You don't know me but...", is possibly in danger of being placed in the Circular Filing System (a phrase us Brits use as an alternative to the bin...why we use three words instead of one I cannot explain at this precise moment in time)... please don't do that as I am in need of your particular skill set in this moment of my Personal Mid-Life Crisis (which at aged 58 I should have had years ago but that's a story for another day). It is not your skill set of being a major player in the world of Rock and Roll that I wish to draw upon but rather your knowledge of Cars. You know a lot about Cars...I have it on "good authority" from people who never listen to your ...